The world around me shook as I played my electric red guitar, I smiled widely, biting my lip as I felt every cord rush through me like a high that no drug could give me. It was a rush, a toe curling, lip biting, hand clenching, hair ripping, painfully electrifying rush that stings your nerves and taints your mind.

I closed my eyes, letting the sound overwhelm me- "Itami!" damn it, Stupid little brothers, and their stupid interruptions.

"What is it Yoro?" I asked my little brother in annoyance, brushing my long wavy strawberry blond hair off my shoulder, staring down at the much smaller boy with the same strawberry blond hair only straight and allot shorter, there's no doubt their related. If it weren't for his warm brown eyes that differ from my deep-blue-slightly-purple eyes and the fact that he's much shorter then me, anyone would think they were twins.

"Mom says she needs you to make dinner." The boy said cheerfully, knowing that meant she had to take him to the store sense they were out of groceries.

Lost in his own oblivious joy, he was completely unaware that his sisters face had shifted from annoyance to numb sympathy.

"Alright, get your shoes." She sighed, rubbing her forehead gently as she carefully set down her guitar in its small black case that was littered in stickers.
The boy cheered, running out of the room as fast as he could, leaving Itami in the room by herself, smiling hopelessly at his back as he raced down the slim hallway.
Poor boy, he doesn't even see it.

She turned around on her heels, walking over the dark wood floor of her room to cross in front of her dresser and retrieve her worn grey leather boots and hop on one foot while trying to zip them up just above her ankle, only to fall on her bum with a thud and a grunt. "Fuckin' gravity." She muttered to herself, standing up once both her boots where properly on.

"Not to shabby." She nodded in agreement with herself, staring at the tall, slender girl in front of her with a plain pastel pink dress that tightened around her curvy waist and breasts that were rather large for a sixteen year old girl, only to flow out like a flower to her mid thigh.

She was beautiful, her skin a fair and creamy white, her blond hair that had a slightly pink tint to it with a slight wave that reached just above her elbows, Her strong hips and body that was curvier then most, and then there was her eyes. They were different, the right a blue deep as the roaring ocean, the left a deep violet that only slightly varied from the other.

She was gorgeous, in every sense of the word.

Unfortunately, The girl who held all this flawless beauty didn't look at her face and see the beauty, she looked into her dark eyes and she saw the pain. The ugly, shameful pain that had haunted her every minute of her life.
She didn't see beauty as most do, she sees the person first, then their beauty.
It's not fair to just write someone off, you have to see someone, before you look at them.
If that makes any sense whatsoever.

She sighed, hearing her brother call her name again, being rather impatient.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, I'm coming." She yelled back with a faint smirk as she pulled her dark worn down leather jacket over her shoulders and pulled her hair out with her arms, quickly swiping her fluffy teddy bear incased phone and shoved it in her pocket before rushing through the hallway to meet her brother at the door.

"Took ya' long enough." Yorokobi muttered, with both his and his sisters umbrellas in his hands, seeing as it was raining outside.
Itami rolled her eyes, and gladly took her yellow SpongeBob umbrella, Opening it over her head and taking her brothers hand before stepping out into the wet concrete steps that led to the sidewalk.

Oh my goodness, I haven't properly introduced myself yet.

Hello, My name is Itami Utsukushī, I'm Sixteen and my father abandoned me and my mother when I was four years old, right after my little brother was born, after that my mother just kind of gave up. Ever sense she's just kind of done nothing and I've had to take care of the three of us.

This little brat holding my hand is my little brother, Yorokobi Utsukushī, he's only twelve and even though he's just as stubborn and hopeless as I am. He's got a gentler soul then mine, and I love him for it, he knows when and how to tame The Great Itami Beast.

Oh, and one last thing, We're stuck in a board came called Amnesia.
And Yoro has no idea…